[Intro]
Em D G C
Em D G
C
[Verse 1]
Em D G C
I don't wanna bet but my father wrote a check that I bet his ass could never cash
Em D G C
Heâs betting on the eight ball landing in the side wall, coldblooded killer if you ask
Em D G
But every night he needs me to land himself a red threecorner pocket at twelve am
C Em D G C
Only twelve years old but I got a hold of a pool stick I was gifted from him
Em D
My father is a betting man
[Chorus]
G C
But I got myself a steady hand
Em D
He's sitting in the corner with a sixpack of Corona
G C
Betting that his son will win again
[Harmonica Solo]
Em D G C Em D G C
[Verse 2]
Em
Go bet another sixpack
D
Bet I make a comeback
G C
Kinda like this table's got a lean
Em D G C
Wonât you take me fishing and I want to try out for the seventh grade football team
Em D G C
He'll probably be nothing but this town's old drunkard and die on a smokestained stool
Em D G C
Right now he's got a bargain that he's taken too far on his boys' game of nineball pool
Em D
My father was a betting man
[Chorus]
G C
But I got myself a steady hand
Em D
He's sitting in the corner with a sixpack of Corona
G C
Betting that his son will win again
Em D G C
My father was a betting man
[Guitar Solo]
Em D G C Em D G C
Em
My father was a betting man
[Outro]
D G C
But I got myself a steady hand
Em D
He's sitting in the corner with a sixpack of Corona
G
Betting that his son will win again
C Em D G C
I don't wanna bet but my father wrote a check that I bet his ass could never cash
Em D G C
Heâs betting on the eight ball landing in the side wall, coldblooded killer if you ask
[Verse 1]
I don't wanna bet but my father wrote a check that I bet his ass could never cash
He’s betting on the eight ball landing in the side wall, cold-blooded killer if you ask
But every night he needs me to land himself a red three-corner pocket at 12 am
Only twelve years old but I got a hold of a pool stick I was gifted from him
[Chorus]
My father is a betting man
But I got myself a steady hand
He's sitting in the corner with a six-pack of Corona
Betting that his son will win again
[Verse 2]
Go bet another six-pack
Bet I make a comeback
[?] table's got a lean
Won’t you to takе me fishing and I want to try out for the sevеnth grade football team
He'll probably be nothing but this town's old drunkard and die on a smoke-stained stool
Right now he's got a bargain that he's taken too far on his boys' game of nine-ball pool
[Chorus]
My father was a betting man
But I got myself a steady hand
He's sitting in the corner with a six pack of Corona
Betting that his son will win again
My father was a betting man
[Outro]
My father was a betting man
But I got myself a steady hand
He's sitting in the corner with a six pack of Corona
Betting that his son will win again
I don’t wanna bet but my father wrote a check that I bet his ass could never cash
He’s betting on the eight ball landing in the side wall, cold blooded killer if you ask
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